Five Star Status Contender of the Moment.

Kid Cudi--- Man on the Moon

I seriously cannot stop listening to this song. It has been on repeat on my ipod all day, thus, it is certified five stars.

I be that man on the moon
I'm that man on the moon
And imma do what I do so
Do you hey hey

What I'm Wearing 08.31.09

Button Up-- Target

Cardigan-- Vintage

Slacks-- The Limited

Loafers-- Bandolino

What I'm wearing (what I wore) 08.28.09, 08.29.09 and mini-updater

I have been so excited to post my outfits! I have so much fun picking out clothes, shopping, dressing myself (and others). Even with my more or less strict cut, color, and shape preferences, I still think I try to step out of the box as much as possible. Hopefully posting my outfits will make me 1) not get stuck in the ruts I'm often in, where I will only wear the same outfit-different variation for a week straight, 2) force myself to be more creative and 3) share my fun (hopefully) NYC inspired outfit creations! Hopefully I can enlist E to take my pictures, but for now these makeshift mirror shots will have to do.

So, It rains every all the time here, but not like it rains in the south where it will dump down and then go away. Here it just dumps down. I wore the above outfit to just run so errands, open a bank account, hit up Duane Reed, etc.

Tank and Tee-- C&C

Cardigan-- H&M

Jeans--Seven for all Mankind

Flats-- Tory Burch.

It rained-but-stopped on Friday, so it was humid and cool, but like. hot. I just did errands, again. And then sat in Starbucks, people watching and reading articles off the manditory reading list for orientation ( yup. orientation reading list. way dope.)

Sweater--TwelvebyTweleve

Jeans-- Seven for All Mankind

Flats-- Tory Burch.

Tomorrow is the first day of Orientation for the School of Social Work, which is a 4 day long crash course, 1 part welcome to Columbia and 1 part-- how to be an excellent social worker. The dress code is business casual, so I am thinking slacks/tops/cardigans/flats combinations. On Thursday there is a 4 hour boose cruise riverboat tour of the city, so I wanna get a little spicy for that. Ha what an a-hole phase. Y'all know what I mean. Flashy and Fly in a business casual way.

In other clothing and life related news: I may or may not be attending a totally contrived and pre arranged "drinks" with a boy I met this week. If I decide to put on my big girl pants and not bail like a punk, I will be going on Tuesday.... but, knowing me, it's gona take a lot to get me to "drinks".... we'll see.

Sunday at Central Park

Sunday spent in Central Park. We saw the Skate Dancers Association out Skating, An amazing singing act, an the Afrobats all for free. What a perfect Sunday! Complete with snow cones and perfect weather.

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Choice TFLN

(906): I puked last after eating a volcano taco and drinking vodka. I felt like a fucking dragon.

(518): you kept eating the heads off the gummy bears and screaming 'euthanized!'

(337): if sarah has 12 dollars and spends 6 of it on cheap booze how much will she spend on hangover food the next morning?
(1-337): 4 on the dollar menu at mcdonalds
(337): mom cant say that college never taught us math

(905): 9 beers later and she still looks like Gary Busey.

(618): I just had the fat girl at the party come tell me I look sad and offer me a beer. I'm out.

A little housekeeping

I've had all this free time on my hands this week since we're in the city and E lost her license. School hasn't started yet, and I've been posting a ton lately. I'm not sure if I'll keep up as much when school starts, but I'd imagine I will at least try, since I enjoy posting, it's fun, and I know people with jobs, and who are also in grad school who are great at regular postings.

With that being said, I was thinking of turning OFF the email alerts that some of you are receiving. I know how much it sucks to be in the middle of texting or bbming and your blackberry/iphone buzzes and--- Oh Hey, surprise! It's nothing but another effing blog post.

I haven't had anyone complain thus far, in fact it seems to be a little convenient for those of you who don't use google reader or follow Statelylady on twitter, but who knows.... Anyways, Leave me a comment and let me know if you still want them, (or, if you're not getting them, I guess let me know if you do want them??). I know housekeeping is lame, but I want to KEEP my friends, not become some a-hole spammer.

thats all! OK, bye.

Tribute to MJ for his birthday, from Google

Very Nice.

Night before the wedding dresses

So, I've decided to go with the first dress for the November Wedding (I'm pretty sure at least). I needed something for the friday night before both weddings. That will mean a night downtown in Charlotte and a night downtown in Raleigh. I am really liking both of these options as they are a little trendy, a little sexy, and still quite conservative. I don't usually like strapless dresses, but this one may be alright.

RIP DJ AM-- tribute from the Palm in Las Vegas

Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

Soundtrack to my life-- Billboard.com

My good friend, who we'll call Akili, had this awesome post on her blog, where she was able to plug in particular dates and billboard.com would tell her what to song was on her soundtrack of he life at the time. So, duh I had to do it too. Here we go:

I burst out laughing when I saw that my most memorable kiss (which occured on july 4th 2002) was Hot in Herre. I remember that song being the jam that summer and watching TRL so I could watch the video every afternoon. As far as the kiss-- it occurred when I snuck out of my house and went downtown with the kid I had a crush on all of Freshman year. I"m pretty sure he was my first kiss-- yea, he was. And I know I kept my gum in hahaha which is hilarious to me now, and I only share that info because it's funny. But I distinctly remember taking my gum out and saving the blue wad on my index finger. oh to be 16 again.

I Got a Feeling is probably the most appropriate song on my little soundtrack. First of all, I'm not sure when I became such a top 40-whore, but I really like this Black Eyed Peas song. The first time I heard it I was driving back late night from some day trip and for some reason it made me cry. I am chalking the tears up to the fact that I was still anticipating my move. Every time I heard it after that I was so pumped, even when SM would switch the station in the car, I'd turn it back like, " bisshh, this is my jam." THEN at my going away party, CD was like " this song totally reminds me of you!" But it was only because of how the guy said "Do it" --- he talks just like me.

So, there you have it. Hot in Herre is my make out song, and I am a top- 40 junkie.

thanks, Akili for the dope post!

116th street stairs.

These are the massive set of stairs I climb to get onto campus. Honestly, there are like 4 sets of a million steps. The 3rd picture is the last set of stairs, and the other 3 pictures are pictures of the other 5 sets (one is missing) It's intense, but it's so gorgeous in the park, so I can't complain. There is a way to get to campus without cutting through the park, which I would do if there was terrible weather, or the sun has set. other than that, welcome to my mandatory twice daily stair workout. My ass and thighs will thank them one day. Although today? I'm sore.

The Row

Mk and A Olsen, you two girls are really after my heart. I adore all of these pieces from their clothing like, The Row. black/gray is my new favorite color. Seriously, Nut.

Morning Side Park

This is the beautiful park that I live across the street from. Absolutely divine. There are these beast sets of stairs at each block that you take to get to my train station and up to campus and the shops around there. It's about 5 minute over there. So far I enjoy the little stroll, but maybe because I know the end result will be firm thighs and a cute little booty come Christmas. Treat!

sexy-not-slutty: Wedding attire

Like I've mentioned before, I have weddings to attend this fall. The catch is, for 2 of the 4 it is imperative that I look insanely spectacular. Like, y'all don't even know. One wedding is my cousin on my mom's side. If you know my family, you get the need to look amazing. The other is for Denny and CD, and I have to bring my A game for this one too.

So, because I early shop, I have pre screened 2 dresses for each, so that if it comes down to it I've got something to wear. However, I've been browsing for something that is more "bam" like, my style but real sexy. Is there an appropriate way to dress sexy without looking like I've just left my full time job on the corner? The reason I ask is because I attended a wedding of a sorority sister back in Feb. She was a design major in college, and so lots of her wedding guest were artsy and unique. Too bad that translated into club clothes, hooker boots, tramp make-up and over all slutty faces. I don't have any skank gear. In fact, my hooker gear looks like a skanks conservative option... so really I'm in no danger. I don't know... I'm just not into dressing like that, but I feel like every now and then you gotta bust out a lil sunthin sunthin. Here are a few ideas I'm toying with... thoughts? How do you get nice and sexy for a wedding without being a hot tranny mess in the process??

goodbye to this outfit.

Behold one of my favorite outfits. This was taken sometime in July from my old apartment. It's a Liz Claiborne button up and Nicole Miller linen shorts. During the time of my move I was wearing the same 5 outfits because I had packed all my clothes up. I spent 2 weeks dressed just like this. Well, today, my sister informed me that I can no longer wear these shorts specifically, I "cannot afford to have [my] ass sagging." So... goodbye linen shorts. and good bye outfit (and the other 8 variations that are just like it). Why am I sharing this little tid-bit? Because, starting soon I'm gonna start to post outfits. I have always wanted to, the main reason I haven't is because I have been living out of my suitcase for over a month. As soon as my dresser comes (tomorrow) and my desk (next week) and my bed (end of next week) I'll be organized and upacked and able to actually access my closet. It's going to be fun to document the outfits, keep up with new stuff, stop wearing outfits that suck, a la the one above. So look out for What I'm Wearing. coming soon.

E and I went to the Today Show today!

We are such tourists, ha. This was our far away gift to Mommy. She is over the moon about it, I'm in love with Matt Lauder. He's a cutie! Anyways, It's very easy to get up there to watch the show, and very fun too. So far I am loving the city. I made sure to take a lot of pictures this morning while I was out, and I will share them asap.

HAPPY 50th BIRHDAY MOMMY!!!

Today My Mom turns 50! E and I are up at the crack of dawn,to go down to the Today Show to wave signs and get caught on camera. The last time I got up this early and waited and stood was for Obama. I seriously said "never again" to standing and waiting and being cold (or in this case, hot) but for Cynthia, I'd do anything. Everyone who knows her is aware of how friggin awesome she is. So, here's to you, Mom!!

Things to do before getting married.

Found this article on The Frisky.com. I thought it was interesting, seeing as I've got several weddings to attend this year, numerous friends who are newly engaged and about a million more girls who want to be married. So here is the list according to the author.

1. Live by herself for at least a year.
2. Live with someone else for at least a year.
3. Recover from a broken heart.
4. Have a vacation fling.
5. Take a road-trip with a group of girlfriends.
6. Relish sleeping in a queen-sized bed by herself.
7. Get her finances in order.
8. Learn to love her body.
9. Have sex with at least one person she’d never want to marry (or introduce to mom).
10. Find reliable birth control.
11. Pay off as much credit card debt and student loans as possible.
12. Spend way too much on a something frivolous.
13. Exorcise all past relationship demons.
14. Travel somewhere exotic.
15. Establish a strong circle of friends.
16. Forgive her parents for not being perfect.
17. Have at least one night she can’t quite remember.
18. Experience some really bad first dates.
19. Find hobbies that fulfill her.
20. Celebrate her 25th birthday.

Thoughts?

NYC advice.

SM: Ok I'm watching law and order
SM: And you need to get pepper spray asap
SM: And don't get into a cab that offers you a half fair
Me: Hahahahaha awww

-Via BBM

Soundtracks of my life-- New York volume

Like most people with itunes and an ipod, I care about music. I'm a bog fan of the appropriate playlist for events, the right song for the car ride, the perfect track for "the moments" You can as SM or anyone who has had the pleasure of a car ride with me. I listen to most songs for 15-30 seconds and skip the the next track. I'll listen to an entire song if it fits certain criteria (which I'll have to divulge at a later date, can't dump too much neurosis in one post) Anyways, I am working on that playlist for this period of time in New York. One song on heavy rotation right now is Hot Child in the City- Pat Benatar. I'm getting super obsessed with it, and like can't stop quoting it.

1) I am hot (sweatiness wise)

2) I am hot (obviously.)

3) who doesn't like Pat B?

4) come one. It's Pat.

The lyrics break down:

Danger in the shape of somethin'

wild
Stranger dressed in black, she's a
hungry child
No one knows who she is or what
her name is
I don't know where she came from
or what her game is

duh. I always wear black. I will soon look hungry because I'm too poor to eat and I walk every where. No one can say my name and so far everyone here thinks I'm a local.

(Hot child in the city)
(Runnin' wild and lookin' pretty)
(Hot child in the city)

So young to be loose and on her
own
Young boys, they all want to take
her home
She goes downtown, the boys all
stop and stare
When she goes downtown, she walks
like she just don't care, care

No explanation needed.

(Hot child in the city)
(Runnin' wild and lookin' pretty)
Yeah
(Hot child in the city)

Come on down to my place, baby
We'll talk about love
Come on down to my place, woman
We'll make love!

This verse is curious. Not sure like--- what it's supposed to be about

Hot child in the city
(Hot child in the city)
She's kinda dangerous
(Hot child in the city)
Young child
(Runnin' wild and lookin' pretty)
Young child, runnin' wild
(Hot child in the city)

So. There you have it. This song is begging for five star status, and soon it will be rewarded.

A few pictures from my last weekend in town

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Goodbye NC.

I'm here in the city! E and I flew out this morning and were happy in our apartment 2 hours later. we're having a very slow and lazy Sunday, mainly we made ramen and ate trail mix. E napped while I spent 3 hours trying to set up our wireless. It's up and running (thanks to all the amazing mac users who posted the how-to's for a linksys router....) So we've got internet! As of right now I'm feeling fine, surprisingly. I've had a string of emotional goodbyes, starting on Thursday with Beck and then Friday night at my good luck party. Luckily I was so SFP that I don't really remember how bummed I was. Saturday sucked because my mom and dad left for vacation, then I had goodbye dinner with DW&CD, after which I was super sad. We then went to Raleigh for Liv's goodbye parts (she's moving to New Zealand.) The icing on the cake was having SM and RSJ take me to the airport this morning. Train-wreck. I'm not big on tears, but this week I was OK with it. I feel grateful for the wonderful friends I have, and am so happy to have spent these last nights with so many amazing girls.

On an even more sentimental note--

I seriously feel like the luckiest person in the world. My friends are flat out awesome. I can't really explain what I mean, except that I'm going to miss everyone so much. I know that like, this is the best place for me to be right now. So all my sadness will be fleeting, I'm sure.

OK, thats the end of the obligatory goodbye post.

Hepburn vs Hilton

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Monday Morning I was, you know, in my pj's watching Hoda and KLG (why?) and this little pearl came on. Later I check my blackberry and Grace has send an email with the link to the review of the book with a excerpt. The books is called How to Be a Hepburn in a Hilton World and its by Jordan Christy. Girls. 1) I cannot wait to read this book, it's ordered and will meet me in New York. 2) how effin cute is Jordan Christy?! PS. she is Married. Just had a baby. and she is 25. Just wait, I'll find out if she was greek and if she's PBP, we're all freak, ha.

On another note, I found it befitting that this book and video is all up in my inbox right before the move. Like I said, I don't date. I absolutely love men, I just don't know any, I only know boys and I just don't have much tolerance for the ways boys behave. So I've just sort of bowed out and decided to bench myself starting in December 2008. This red-shirt season would have continued for the year of 2009, but I found out about Columbia in March. So now I'm pretty much rusty at the game, don't know how to even act right, because all of my training is based at PB's at NCSU's campus on a Thursdays drinking free beer. Since the book doesn't really fall into the same category as The Manual, Why Men date Bitches, or HJNTIY (the gold standard, pretty much). I am feeling more inclined to read it under the guise of sociology.... as it is technically looking at the social phenomenon of "stupid girls"....

So, Anyways. Snaps to Grace for sending the review. I'll be reading it.

My Beef with girls: Life Lessons from White Oleander.

This post has been a work in progress over the weeks. It started after a particular wall post I go from a girl who isn't even my friend, many talks with various friends, watching E! news, and reflecting a bit on my own relationship style in the past and what that means for me currently and in the future.

A little sidebar. Here are some emotions you should not feel while reading this: a) personal attack. get real. I'm not talking to any to or about anyone specifically, but rather a type. It just so happens that a lot of girls are this type. oh well. If for some reason you get that deja vu feeling that we've had this conversation before.... we probably have. So you're not surprised-- ergo, you're not upset. If you are upset, be upset with yourself, not me haha. b) bad for me. The most wasteful thing in the world is pitying someone else. I do it more than I like to, and I absolutely hate someone feeling sorry for me. Please. Thats where this post originated from. Some girl who's phone number isn't even in my cell, deciding to feel bad for me. c) any other emotion, really. You guys know me. I'm consistent with my opinions. More than that, I'm really not mean. take it with a grain of salt, I'm part way joking, but mostly it's written with a serious tone--- with a slight undertone of a joke. real slight. Almost not even there.

I remember reading this book back in high school, excellent read--- but this post isn't about the book.

I was this post on that tumblr I love, and nearly flipped this morning. I finally felt like I could take this post out of the "drafts" a post it.

There is a part in the book where the main character is visiting her mother (who is in jail) and she give her this little pearl of advice:

Don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you’re lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space, the best you can do is know yourself, know what you want.

....and the people say, AMEN. JM&J! This is one of the most true statements I have ever heard. I don't fully understand what makes girls behave as they do, and I suppose that is the beauty of individuality, however, the type of girl this quote describes is the complete opposite of girl I think of myself to be. So, imagine my growing frustration/confusion with this kind of girls. Some famous examples?

Jessica Simpson. Marrys Nick Lachey. Leaves him, has a string of boyfriends who she smothers (Tony Romo, John Mayer) and in between her break ups processed to gain obvious "I hate myself because I'm single again" weight and is seen in all of the tabloids looking unhappy, sour, and pathetic. Where is her career? Example 2: Lindsey Lohan. Dates Samantha Ronson. She becomes a giant clinger, at all of Ronson's DJ-ing gigs, runs around in leggings and see through tank tops-- no bra. Loses more and more weight so she and Rosons can be twins, with Lohan in said leggings and Ronson is skinny jeans and giant tennis shoes. They break up, Lindsey embarrasses herself on her twitter and every other possible public venue. Restraining orders, more drunken coked up debacles... and all the while, she still can't work because she gave up her life and compromised herself for her relationship.

More?? Amy Winehouse (talented as hell, dates and marries "blake incarcerated" and is hooked on black tar heroin, crack rocks, booze. Is a dirty toothless, scab covered skeleton with a nappy weave and no career.) Usher (in this situation, he is the stupid bitch. not his soon to be ex wife. had a legit career, gets caught up with this old lady who is his stylist. Fires his mom, marries said old lady, gets her preg. TWICE. she has secret plastic surgery in another country and almost dies--- and now they are divorcing. And where, pray tell, is his career??) Jennifer Anniston (lost BRAD PITT to Angelina. That is awful. Please have the dignity to pick yourself up and stop dating people and being dumped over and over. and stop being Rachel from friends please, thanks.), Jennifer Lopez (takes another woman's husband-- and he is a loser, and her career is a joke because she only does his lame ass projects and he isn't relevant and neither is she.) I could go on and on, and unfortunately I could add to this list the majority of my friends.

I'm on no high horse, trust me. I've been this girl before involved in this type of BS shenanigans, letting my self worth and value in life be defined by the guy I'm with. That never goes well. I'd never do it again, and, I honestly feel bad for others who are in this situations. Mainly for the ones who don't know it-- actually, it could possibly be worse for girls/guys who DO know it (but thats a life lesson for another rainy day).

I had this conversation with a good friend, MO'C. She and I are cut from the same cloth. Nice girls, lots of girl friends, blah blah blah-- oh, and don't forget: the made-of-steel walls up guarding ourselves, specifically our hearts. Like myself, MO'C understands a fundamental truth about life. You only have yourself at the end of the day. Why would you lay down and become a doormat, on on-call ego stroke for some guy? Why would you be seen out with someone who is embarrassing/annoying/rude/degrading/insulting/ugly/ immature/cheats on you/boring/ignorant/out of shape/poorly dressed/poorly groomed/disrespectful/ doesn't like your friends/your friends don't like him/cheap/lazy/non committal/blurred family boundaries? If you want to feel like shit, treat yourself life shit. If you're lonely, go out in public, If you "just want someone there" go jump off a bridge. Girls who use relationships as the two feet they stand on make me angry. What does that say about girls who don't? is there something wrong with being single and self sufficient? This brings me to this: written on my wall some months ago.

What is that? Why is that 1)something you're concerned with, girl-I-wasn't-even-friends-with-in-high school? 2) why is it on my WALL? are you on Crack. do you not understand that if I didn't have a blackberry I wouldn't have seen that message for days because Who really uses the computer version of Facebook anymore, AMIRITE? (I am obsessed with that little mash-up phrase now!) Honestly, that wallposting alone was the starting point for my whole what the eff, girls feelings that I've been having. I swear.

Another friend who is the epitome of standing on her own two is RSJ. One thing I hate is when someone asks your advice, does the opposite, then runs back to you, wanting help cleaning up the mess. with RSJ its the complete opposite. This is usually how it goes:

RSJ: I'm thinking of doing [insert activity that may or may not be a good idea]

Me: ... I don't know, RSJ... this is probably a shitty idea because of x,y,z

RSJ: [later] well, I decided to do _______. It was a bad idea, dammit.

And we move on.

Accountability and commonsense goes a long way.

To round out this life-lesson/rant: I actually don't really care what anyone does with any guy or girl. At the end of the day, it isn't my problem or concern. What does sadden/enrage me is watching my friends go through life and have no clue of their own self worth or personal value. These are the kinds of girls who become women, married to the wrong guy-- the one she settled for. Popping out babies and living a shitty life where they continue to lose themselves in a guy.... But it doesn't really matter, because they didn't take the time to find out who they were in the first place.

Ok, Cyber hugs to you all. End Of Rant.

Personal Style Inventory.

Just took this interesting survey. I have taken this type of thing before, but never one like this. As I'm getting older I'd like to do some figuring out, you know, those big life questions. Who am I, my likes dislikes. Lets be honest, I know the answer to those things in a sense, obviously, but I'm curious about what all it means in the big scheme of things. Whatever. Point is, as usual, my personality/personal style type was spot on based on the survey. I don't think I was even surprised. My kind are easy to read. If anything, the older I get the more prominent certain traits are becoming. All for the better I suppose. If only I could find a 32 question quiz that would give me a nice little formula for like, what kind of boys I'm supposed to like and date. Ha, thats a post for another day.

Anyways, here is my little score analysis. Take it too, it only take a sec, let me know you're results, I'm curious.

Five Star Status Contender of the Moment.

I am a big fan of music. I listen to most anything, my itunes can shuffle in anything from Weezy to Nine Inch Nails and I'll be alright with it. That being said, I do not run from Local 506 to Cats Cradle with a copy of that weeks Independent in my hand trying to catch all the underground stuff or the Next Best Thing local act. From time to time a song will stick, sometimes I'll get over it, other times not. The ones I don't get over make there way onto a select group (the 5 star holders in my itunes library). The five star group will eventually round out to be my all time top songs. I imagine one day I'll have several, and then it would be like a boxed set, like album one: Party Poppin club shit. Album two: that mellow thoughtful heavy stuff... but I digress.

A song that is inching towards five star status is Kings of Leon's Use Somebody. It is probably the most thoughtful, romantic, sweet, this-is-how-i-hope-my-future-boy-feels song. And that means a lot coming from a girl like me who gags at people who hold hands and spoon. So, Kings of Leon, this Buds for you!

Lyrics Below. Look how sweet this is.

I've been roaming around always lookin down at all I see.
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
And all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers undercover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice
Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me
Somebody
(Go and let it out)
Someone like you
Somebody
Someone like you
Somebody
Someone like you
Somebody
I've been roaming around always lookin down at all I see

The Trifecta.

I'm moving for good in 11 days. So, feeling as sappy as I am I went through my computer and facebook, and has the best time looking at all the old pictures of my 2 best mates, SM and RSJ. We've got 5 years of friendship all saved in photos, and I am so happy to know my girls. They are right at the top of things making it hard to leave. Alright. Enough feelings and emotions talk. Suffice to say, I love my girls. these pictures make me laugh and amost cry. I know we're going to have many more good times, but I hate that I'm going to be so far away from them. Thank god for gmail, blackberry, bbm and texting. Amirite?!

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Sorry for Partying shirt

Good ole' Grace. She linked me to this shirt. However... Ya'll know I was digging for the exact one. And I found it! They are made by some emo scene-queen named Jac Vanek. I think she is best known for dating Ryan Ross (ex guitarist for Panic at the Disco) Regardless, I am for sure buying that shirt. here is the link to her online store. Her bracelets (see above) are quite popular among The Scene, but I think you had to be born in 1992 or later to wear them... Anyways. look out for me and my shirt while I'm running around New York being sorry about partying.

I need this.

Get me this shirt. Stat.

Some pretty choice TFLN

here are some TFLN that I laughed at. True life, lol. not the fake one you put as like a conversation filler--- you know what i'm talkin bout. hahaha (like that one right there.)

(205): I think, one-on-one, Paul Rudd could be very threatening in like a REALLY good way.

(979): so...dinner was kid's cuisine and a bottle of wine. i think they go well together. (for SM)

(251): I will make out with the first guy who tries to pick me up with a lyric from a rap song. I won't even reply, just be on him like whoa.

(941): Apparently I called 911 everytime Sean Kingston told me to

(337): They told me I spent half the night at the club with one ball hanging out my shorts. Apparently it got me 1 free drink, 2 numbers, and thrown out.

(917): And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.

"it is what it is."

Thrilled to see this on one of my favorite tumblogs. This is the motto I live by-- and I wish I had that neon light fixture in my life.

New York, I love you.

I am so excited to see this movie.

CandyAss's home.

One of my favorite artists is Cary Leibowitz (also known as CandyAss). I was looking at a blog and came across all of these pictures of the artists home! I can't say that I am surprised by how it looks, but it's pretty neat to look at. There is SO much going on and all of the colors and patterns would make me crazy... but maybe I'll feel inspired and mix it up with some color. I left out the picture of his bedroom, but on the wall next to the bed is a life like huge sketch of a penis. ha, wild man.